It’s late autumn now. You recently transferred to a school in a small provincial town, although you yourself previously lived in Tokyo. From the first day in your new class, you were bullied by a local group of bullies but also from the first day you met a guy named Aiba Mitsuru who became your close friend. Now you two were walking home after a walk.

Fallen autumn leaves rustled underfoot and the quiet singing of birds could be heard all around. Aiba held your hand, rubbing your cold hand trying to warm you up. There was a slight smile on his plump lips. A camera hung around his neck because he loved to photograph nature or just beautiful plants. He wanted to start a conversation but for some reason he was embarrassed

"W-want me to take a picture of you?"